Turner County herald. (Hurley, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1887-06-30

husband was drowned dead dead
dead, under the cold, relentless waters!
He had fred the shot that wounded, and
perhaps would kill, Cullen leighton, but
she must not speak.
Prudence must keep the horrifying rev.
elation q secret within her own bosom. If
Abner had only jumped into the water to
avoid detection, and saved himself, ,discre-
tion would be best; she recollected that he
was an excellent swimmer.
But one thing was plain. If Abner fred
that shot he must have known of the friend
ship between herself and the junior part
ner.
3True, she had told her terrified soul,
athere had been nothing dishonorable in it,
but the world-the awful world-might not
be convinced" Motif the passionate hus-
band lived to yindicate his action, and q
wild, insane wish for moment took pos
session of her that he might be dead.
She opened the wicket and walked up the
tagging TO the front door rs usual. Per-
haps, after all, it wasn't Abncr, and likely
he was in the house now, it being his hour
for returning from the office.
But he was not in. He was sleeping the
dreamloss sleep beneath the icy waters of
the bay. And, if the miserable wife was
Mortified before, she was doubly tortured
now by the strange revelation of note left
on her dressing-table. What was even his
suicide TO the contents of the hurried scrawl
lying there? Simply nothing.
"This afternoons" ran the note, II am
going to shoot Cullen Leighton, junior
| partner of the firm of Nichols Il Leigh
ton, not because you care for him, but be-
cause he carries secret which he would
reveal did he know of my residence here,
and that secret would.send me to kingdom
come,' no doubt. And, if my
courage holds out, l shall end
my earthly career before you have chance
to investigate this matter further. My
name is not Abner Byrne, as you think,
but Leon Harding; the junior partner could
tell you why changed my name, if he
wore living after to-day, but he will not be
alive, neither shallI.
"LEoN HARDING"
The morning papers in b were full
of the tragical occurrence, painting it in
extrayagant colors, but no one had recog-
nized the man who had jumped overheard
and was drowned. Doubtless the wculd-
be assassin had followed up the dastardly
deed with contemplated suicide, us he
sprang from the boat directly after the
shooting.".
And thus the affair was discussed while
Cullen Leighton struggled back to life
through tedious convalescense. He
hadn't the least idea who sent the shot SO
near his heart; he suspected no one, could
think of no one-unless it could have been
well that could not have been either, for
Harding wasn't in the country-hadn't
been since his implication in the Benson
murder, ten years ago.
But tho junior partner did not grow
strong; it seemed that the weary, spiritless
oppression hung over him like destiny.
Others could not understand, as how could
they, that the pale, pensive face of Eleanor
Byrne haunted him. Poor little woman!
| She needed kindness, he knew. By the
time he was able to be driven down to the
store the denouement came to him with
shock from which he never recovered.
letter was handed him "from the pale
lady," they said. On opening it he had
turned ms white as the dead, and had gone
into the private office, locking the door
after him.
They heard him walking up and down
the room, but they did not know he held
Leon Harding's note to his wife in his
trembling hand, and talked to himself in n
dazed way. "His wife. Oh! my God and
I loved her sol"
When, at evening, they found him at The
dosk, dead and cold, they said he "was
about too soon," but that was oil they knew
| of the matter.
REAIINISCENCE OF LINDLEY MUIR
RAY
A New York paper gives the follow